Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi Poems

Billions of human
have ended as the compost,
While a few
have represented them to be honest,
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The love is eternal, if not based on physical,
The love is everlasting, if everyone is logical,
The love is ceaseless, when everyone gives and receives,
The love is the perpetual truth and it never hurts,
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The proverb says,
You reap what you sow,
But I have reaped the truth,
When I buried the lies,
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The feet are nailed,
To stay on a spot,
The roots sprout,
Firmly to retrospect,
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This is a new world and I travel through the new path,
I am the new freshly flowing wind and look for a new perfume,
These are the new flowers covered with new snow,
Those rays are new, just pierced through the deaf space,
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My quest to find out who I am,
not succeeded as my thought,
always jammed at the junction,
of trivial matters of pitiful self,
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Sweat may change the landscape of love,
Hard labor may chase away the black dove,
Thought may think to discover the facts,
Memories may stop to recover for decades.
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Stop provoking and insinuating,
on the lands; river Indus dividing,
billions of poor hearts, here, pounding,
silent prayers are alerting and warning,
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The comforter out of atmosphere,
full of holes of our luxurious desires.

The over coat out of the clearing forest,
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When you try to bend me,
I tend to be too flexible,
Not to feel the pain of squeeze,
When you try to break me,
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